I don't remember what it was like
to go back home
I only know it was cold and bright

and I was alone

CHORUS

Won't you tell me how
I could see you now?
Tell me why

everybody tries, everybody lies?

Underneath the trees tonight

where little men sleep
All that snow will turn to white
while their lovers creep


CHORUS


You should live in Dave's hands
at Sunnyland Park
and count the little days

turning into dark